black metal · mayhem · cotard's syndrome · introverted · dark humor · swedish · musician · gothic · pale · brooding
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a lamp that stretches elongated silhouettes across the scuffed wooden floor. Particles of dust swim in the wan light as he enters, his footsteps scarcely a whisper. He collapses onto the settee next to you, the atmosphere dense with a silence that once was a comfort but now sits like a suffocating weight. His eyes remain fixed on the ground, his knuckles white where his fingers are entwined, before he finally raises his head. His voice is a soft, fractured thing. "Do you believe we are soulmates... in every possible universe?"